Sylvan Cheney had too much to drink and kept kissing her.
Jasmine Yale frowned intolerably, closed her eyes, and said: "Sylvan Cheney, if you insist on touching me today, then in the future, we won't even be strangers, we'll be enemies."
Her tone was much calmer.
She knew that there was a strength disparity between men and women, and if he insisted on having her, she had no room to resist.
But she was unwilling.
"Sylvan Cheney, what you're doing to me now is called rape, think it through. How are you any different from those vice presidents and managers who tried to take advantage of me back then?"
Though Jasmine Yale had also been drinking, she wasn't drunk and was very clear about everything now. At this moment, Sylvan Cheney was forcing himself on her.
Her voice was very calm.
Sure enough, after a while, the person on top of her stopped moving, but his hands still held her wrists tightly, pressing down hard.
